The two strong men next to the tattooed middle-aged man fired without hesitation, and there were crackling gunshots.
But the moment they fired, Luke's figure suddenly moved one meter horizontally, bowed out, and just got out from between the tattooed middle-aged man and a strong man, and came behind them.
Luke pulled the m1911 out of the tattooed middle-aged man's hand. Instead of raising the gun, he just turned the muzzle left and right.
boom! boom!
The gun-holding hands of the two strong men had only turned halfway, and then hung down, with a hole in each of their heads.
Luke sighed again: "So, is it not good to make money? You have to fight and kill." When he said this, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was raised
The tattooed middle-aged man was sweating profusely, even though the hair on the back of his head was scorched by the scorching muzzle of the gun, he didn't dare to move.
"Yes, yes, we can talk, we can talk." His eyes were winking at the three people on the opposite side, and his body suddenly jumped to the side.
The shirtless young man on the opposite side and another young man raised their guns at the same time.
boom! boom!
A hole appeared in the middle of the two men's foreheads.
Luke pouted, lowered his arm, and pulled the trigger smoothly.
boom!
He just threw himself on the tattooed middle-aged middle-aged man next to him and was shot in the buttocks. He screamed and covered his buttocks, rolling on the ground.
Luke looked at the door, and there was a person there.
This is the only person in the room who didn't raise a gun, and who didn't move from the beginning to the end: "Why don't you do it?"
This person is actually the big boy who received Luke's lollipop. Hearing this, his lips quivered a few times, but he didn't say a word.
Luke chuckled, the lollipop in his mouth turned from left to right, pushing up a small piece of his right cheek: "You are smarter than them..."
While speaking, the muzzle of his lowered gun spewed out flames again.
boom!
The tattooed middle-aged man screamed louder, but was shot in the knee by Luke.
"A smart person will make the right choice at the right time. And your brain..." Luke knelt down and looked at the tattooed middle-aged man on the ground mockingly: "... even a child can't make a decision." Not as good."
The tattooed middle-aged man was sweating profusely, moaning in pain, but he did not forget to beg for mercy intermittently: "Let go, let me go, I will give you whatever you want."
Luke shook his head: "You say you're stupid, but you still don't admit it. My request has always been there, why do you pretend you didn't hear it?"
boom!
The tattooed middle-aged man screamed again, but the knee of the other leg was also shattered.
Luke didn't let him struggle this time, he stepped on him, searched on him, found a magazine and replaced it: "Now I have seven more bullets, do you think the next round will hit the left hand or the right hand first? I can still hit your little dick after beating..."
Having said that, he didn't raise his head, but raised his gun sideways.
bang bang!
The two men who rushed in from the door with rifles fell on their backs, also shot in the eyebrows.
The tattooed middle-aged man cried out in pain: "Don't, I said, I said. What do you want to know?"
Luke shook his head helplessly: "How did your memory survive until now? Lisa Feng, that Mexican female doctor, she! Here! Where!"
The middle-aged man with the tattoo didn't hesitate this time: "Christo, it was Christo's people who took her away."
"Where did you take it?" Luke asked, he walked to the door casually, without looking outside, twisted his wrist and poked out the muzzle of the gun.
bang bang bang!
"ah!"
"ah!"
There were two screams and the sound of human bodies rolling, but the two criminals who came up quietly were beaten and rolled down the stairs.
The tattooed middle-aged man watched Luke's every move, feeling chills in his heart.
Luke's every move is too relaxed and comfortable, he is definitely a professional!
He quickly replied: "I, I don't know..."
boom!
"Ah~"
The tattooed middle-aged man struggled on the ground again, and Luke hit his right hand again: "Say the answer directly, or you will die more painfully."
The tattooed middle-aged man was in despair. He didn't know much information, so he spit out all the news about Christo's gang in a few words.
Luke got the information he needed, raised his hand and raised his gun: "I'll give you a piece of advice, don't rob if you can do business well in your next life."
Middle-aged man with tattoo praying: "Can you..."
boom!
"Well, of course not!" Luke ended his question with action.
He casually grabbed the guns from the two strong men, and found the 10,000 dollar knife from the dead tattooed middle-aged man. He smiled at the big boy who had been silently watching all this in the corner by the door.
"See. If you want to be a bad guy, you might meet me one day. And I like meeting bad guys the most." He stepped out of the room step by step: "I wish you good luck in your life."
bang bang!
There were two screams outside the house, and two more gangsters who were approaching were beaten to the ground.
Then there was a flurry of gunshots, and after a while, someone outside shouted: "Where is the man? Where did he go?"
"I didn't see it, I couldn't find it..."
"Go and see the boss..."
"Boss, Boss is dead. Mario and Sanchez are dead too, ah! They're all dead..."
The big boy in the corner saw a group of people rushing in, shouting around the boss' body.
Looking at the boss with a happy head, the big boy's mind flashed the scene of the boss in the past, and a sentence seemed to ring in his ears: I like meeting bad guys the most.
Accompanied by these words, the smiling face seemed to appear again.
He shivered involuntarily, and quietly retreated from the noisy room.
He only raised one hand after he backed away, where he was holding an unopened lollipop.
Just now, it was because of this lollipop that he didn't point his gun at Luke.
It was also because of this lollipop that he was the only one who survived in the room.
Then raised the pistol in the other hand, listening to the noise in a house in the distance, he thought for a while, stuck the pistol in the back of his butt, and slipped back home quietly.
When the group of people panicked, Luke had already entered the building below through a gap between the two small buildings.
Skimming lightly between the gaps of more than a dozen small buildings, he cut horizontally into a "big" street.
The two-way single lane is definitely a street in this slum.
When he jumped out of the gap in the small building, his movements immediately returned to normal, and he leisurely followed a group of tourists who had just passed by.
The tour guide still speaks Chinese, and there are many Chinese in the group, which made him feel quite friendly.
Tens of meters away, the commotion over there was hard to hear, but Luke listened with gusto to the explanation given by the tour guide.
An aunt in the nearby tour group suddenly noticed Luke behind her, and asked strangely, "You don't seem to belong to our group?"
Luke laughed.
The aunt looked at his cheerful smile, was stunned, and patted her forehead: "Forget, you are a foreigner and don't understand Chinese."